We ran late for dinner because I was sorting ancient papers to scan -- first old medical records (I don't still need pregnancy update reports, do I?), then ancient fannish stuff, where I found the script for the version of Dallas's "Who Shot J.R.?" that I wrote and performed with friends in eighth grade French class, something I've been looking for for years! Here are some of the sheep and their babies whom we met at Frying Pan Farm Park last weekend:
